This scene itself is fiction….but all too true for so many. My mother had many many problems…and I witnessed and felt many of them. My dad was a quiet person…..not demonstrative at all. There was love in our household and that is what’s made me the person I am – choosing to share and show love. I think we are what we write…..and perhaps kernals of truth come out in even our fictionalized words. I hope to see you many more times……this “space” is so important and such an outlet for me….and for many. We are the words we choose.

I love Tanka! Just taught my students and am expecting their poetry portfolios to be turned in next week! I know they won’t all be this polished, but some of them are actually finding out that they love poetry.

Cycles of bullied bullies
and abuse.. all a story
of empty souLs
frustrated
without
the ability
to Love..
somewhere
perhaps the
cycle is broken..
extended families
help in providing more
opportunities for Love..:)